I feel a bit like Bridget Jones calling on her urban family for a pow wow and moral support… it’s midnight here and I’m full on in the middle of a crisis…
Tez… remember Tez? And his <a href=”
http://www.wiblog.com/deeleea/read.php?10213″>new girl ‘The Poppet’? (Actually, from the dates on these archives, she’s hardly a new girl anymore.)
Well, they’re giving me a crisis.
A Midnight Crisis.
The last time I saw Tez was the fateful dinner when the “I have a girlfriend announcement” was made. At the time, suitably congratulatory wishes were delivered by yours truly, complete with happy nods and smiles.
All bullshit of course.
Anyway, he clearly thinks it’s time things got back to normal… (Now girls, how many of you know that once your squishy feelings have been revealed to their object and been rejected there is no such thing as normal ever again.) He and I still send the odd joke email there and back down the information superhighway but the contact has been limited to that for months.
I’m actually ok with that.
Anyway, last week he got online and suggested it was time he came over to dinner again, and when I said ‘Sure’ (bloody idiot) he asked me to invite Surf too and so without giving it too much thought the arrangements were made.
Surf can’t get here till 8.30 so a later dinner was planned and Tez was invited for 8… I figured I could stand half an hour…
I had imagined he was flying solo again as he has not mentioned the Poppet to since the last time I saw him, nothing… not a name drop, not a word… and in light of recent events[below] I suspect he was being ‘sensitive’… well, all that went out the window this afternoon when he emailed to check we were all on for tomorrow night…
and I quote
“Yo! Are we still on for tomorrow night?
Looks like the old girl is gunna come to the BBQ too.
I’ve got beer on the shopping list, should I bring some meat as well?
What could I say but “Sure, that’d be great, see you tomorrow”
No, “can I bring a friend?”
I really want to call it off, my life is f***ed(sorry) up enough at the moment without having to deal with that… too… Do you think I could get away with it if I email him early enough?
(Good excuses also eagerly sought.)